Chapter 7-Canada, here we come! Eventually…
Yugi: Yay, we're
Yami: Quiet aibou.
Yugi: *pouts* ok
Beverly: Say it.
Yugi: Really?
Beverly: sure.
Yugi: We're going to Montreal!
Beverly: HA! You owe me ten bucks
Yami: No I don't…
Beverly: Hand it over Pharaoh
Yami: fine *pouts*
Beverly: Guess Yugi must have taught him that *smirks and grabs money*
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Beverly and Joey drove down to Seto's with their baggage, picking up Ryou and Bakura along the way. Yami and Yugi lived on the other side of town, Seto, Mai and Mokuba in between. Aura lived across from the mansion. As soon as everyone was there, the butler loaded bags into the lime and they left for the dining room.
"Where are we staying."
Beverly glanced sideways.
"Chateau Versailles Montreal, why do you ask Seto?"
"Just wondering."
He stared at his plate.
"…Do you have reservations?"
"Yes. One of the best hotels, best suites they have. Happy?"
"Yeah."
The table grew silent and Yugi became uncomfortable.
"Well, were are we going?"
"LaRonde, to visit a friend of mine, that I'm sure you'll all like, the Olympic Stadium, downtown, including Chinatown if you want to, and the famous Royal Canadian Dueling arena (added for the purposes of this story)."
A ring sounded and Mokuba skidded to the intercom.
"Yup?"
"Sir, it's time to leave."
"Ok, thanks Robert. We'll be right there."
"Yes Sir."
Mokuba shut it off and turned to the others, Aura already by his side.
"Ready?"
Everybody stood up and followed the two giddy 14-year-olds.
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The lime parked and an assorted group of duelist exited. The driver pilled the Kaiba bags, including Mai's and Aura's, onto a car and gave it to Seto, who insisted that they not be accompanied. Beverly placed Joey's and her own in the Key. (She'd learned a few tricks after having it so long.) Bakura carried Ryou and his on another cart, and Yugi rolled his own around. Yami looked around and decided he was glad he didn't need any.
"Yami, quit making faces."
Yugi smiled at him and made a face.
"Yugi, quit being ironic."
Yami smirked and faced Yugi, who took a step towards him.
"Yami, quit telling me what to do."
Yami took a couple steps.
"Really, look who's talking."
Yugi giggled and closed the distance between them.
"Yeah, you."
Yami leaned in and they started kissing. Bakura looked around at everyone's disinterested looks.
"I'm guessing this has happened before."
"Yeah, no kidding. They call it a lover's quarrel. I don't think so."
Mai rolled her eyes and looked back.
"Hey, you two! We should be moving. If you just wanted to 'have fun,' you could have just stayed home. Now, if you don't mind, I'd like to get moving again."
Yami and Yugi separated and grinned at her, one innocently and apologetically, the other malicious. Everyone but Ryou and Bakura sighed and shook their heads at the puzzle masters' antics.
"Can we just go now?"
Most nodded and they started walking again.
"Thank god private jets don't leave at a certain time, we'd be DEAD. But, mind you, *she glared at Yami and Yugi* there's only a 30 minute window it can stay out of the hangar. So HURRY UP."
They sped up, Joey snickering when Beverly muttered that the first one to try starting a make-out session before they were in the air would be unconscious before they could say "let's duel." The rest of the walk was uneventful, except for when they got to the metal detector. The reader very much 'enjoyed' Yami and Yugi's buckles, and it took the guards a while to realize their detectors only beeped at the buckles, and that they were metal-colored. As a matter a fact, Bakura was still teasing the pharaoh about it, until Yami reminded him that at least he didn't beat up his hikari as proof of love for 4 years. It also caused Ryou to flinch and move against his darkness. He knew what a blow it was to Bakura to be reminded of his past actions.
"It's ok. Like they say, forgive and forget."
"Not in this case. No one's forgotten yet."
Ryou took the tomb robber's hand.
"Just don't worry about it. It shouldn't matter anymore."
"It shouldn't, but it still does."
Ryou sighed and bowed his head.
"Why are you fighting me to keep something you don't want?"
Bakura looked away.
""I'm sorry, hikari. I just…I don't know anymore."
Ryou closed his eyes and vowed he would make Bakura's pain go away before break was over. It was quiet a while after that, until they entered a dimly lit, nearly empty corridor.
"Beverly? Where are we going?"
"To the ground."
"Why?"
"We have space, but the docking ports are made for huge planes. I only have a 20-passenger size plane, even though there are only 10 seats. Don't worry though. That doesn't include the cockpit. So we board with these small stair things, going through outside."
"Oh well, you're the owner."
She nodded and smiled. Outside, she walked over to a sleek, black plane, a middle-aged man standing near the stairs.
"Solomon, nice to see you. How've you been?"
"Fine, thank you. How's that nice young man I met last time?"
"Ask him yourself."
She smiled as the others walked up behind her.
"'Lo Sol."
"Hello, Joseph. How do you do?"
"I'm fine, thanks."
"And who might they be?"
Beverly went through.
"This is Aura. She lives across from Mokuba here. This is his brother, Seto."
Solomon's eyes widened and Seto gave him a cool glance.
"Yes, CEO of Kaiba Corp."
Joey nudged the staring pilot put of his stupor, while Beverly rolled her eyes and continued.
"This is Mai. This is Yugi, Yami, ummm….TR[1] *Bakura glared at her* and this is Ryou. Ry, Solomon does archeology in his very frequent spare time and is English. He went to the same University as your father and I think they've worked together."
Solomon smiled at the white-haired boy.
"Is your last name Bakura by any chance?"
"Yes."
"Ah, of course. Your father is very devoted to his work."
Ryou smiled sadly.
"I know."
"He never mentioned he had a son though."
"I'm not surprised…"
The older man noticed Bakura's eyes narrow and send daggers at him, so he hastily decided to change the subject.
"Well, it's time to go. All aboard."
They placed their baggage on a rack mounting into the belly of the plane and climbed the stairs. When everything (and everyone) was in, both hatches were closed and the staircase was moved away, they all sat in the large, comfortable seats that were scattered for floor space and readied themselves for departure.
"Well, here we go."
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Beverly: One step closer. I'm still writing about the plane ride, but trying to get back to focusing on Ryou and Bakura without jumping suddenly. I like the sweet scene in the next chapter, but unless you can drag it out of my muses, which won't happen, you better get a lot of people to review. It'll get put up faster that way.
[1] I called Bakura TR (Tomb Raider) because Solomon knows Bakura as a last name.
